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Corona Crisis
viral virus
no immunity no vaccine watch the community start collapsing
people dying
people lying
I’m suspicious of the timing
Brexit Trump forgotten items
pandemic dread a new horizon
governments all left advising
Crikey don't let no one near ya
isolation mass hysteria
but what’s most surprising
toilet paper sells just keep on rising
It's like a movie
people worried people moody
as the virus moves free
you seen those riots in Hong Kong lately
or US Taliban create a peace
Brexit Brussels swept under the rug
there’s no news to watch but this bloody bug
is it real or just made up
if you get it that's some real bad luck
coronavirus..... oh shut up
Ricky, you may have been around the world.
You have seen many different flags unfurled.
Is it true you found a girl wherever you went?
I would say your time was very well spent.
You knew a pretty senorita down in Mexico.
Up in Alaska, you saw a cute little Eskimo.
Your sweet fraulein in Berlin made your heart yearn.
A China doll in Hong Kong waited for your return.
A few nights were shared with a Polynesian baby.
You had a good time there, and I don’t mean maybe.
Nobody will disagree you were a traveling man.
You attracted women as well as any man can.
You are gone now, so there is no longer a choice.
However, we are thankful we can still hear your voice.
*I believe I've awoken the little red panda
donning five yellow stars on a crimson bandana
spreading hectares of jaded Jinping propaganda*
*She lives in a land of dragons and Maoist oppression
I think I'm becoming her latest star-spangled obsession
Sad, she'll probably never breathe sweetened air of the free
or feel warmth from the torch of Staten Island's fairest lady*
*As she tap-taps away on her communist keys.
Careful not to say anything blue about her chairman Xi.
She knows with a slip of the mind -one twitch of the teeth.
She'll be chum to the yellow sharks of the South China Sea...
I hope someday she has the means and courage to flee.
Sing a song for old Hong Kong over sweet cups of green peace*
* If you ever make your way over, don't tote any echo locators.
Unless it's a pod of democracy dolphins-they tend to be voters, not haters.
They'll batter yellow sharks if you drift from the star-spangled breakers.
God bless your journey -I pray that you stay safe and finally make it.
John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny.
As this place prepares to close
When the final bell will sound
To mark the end of education
On these few acres of ground
So as the winds of change
Whistle down St Andrews Street
Time to take a look behind
Before it beats the last retreat....
To days when health and safety
Had not bound us up in rules
When “clackers”, “chinas”, “conkers”
Were all the rage in schools.
Chocolate crunch with strawberry custard
Was “ haute cuisine” at dinners
And monitors patrolled the room
Catching non-veg eating sinners !
Then there were school productions
That often caused a rumpus
I was told I didn’t look fierce enough
As a pirate in Columbus
It’s where I learnt the facts of life
Red faced at every showing
We gathered in the dining hall
To watch “living and growing”.
Girls in groups around the field
Playing games with white elastic
Or spinning tubes around their heads
Making noises quite fantastic
And on those heady summer days
In the shade of orchard trees,
I’d have my packed lunch and my drink
Smelling hops upon the breeze.
Groups of boys in mass migration,
Was quite a common sight ,
Swarming like bees round honey
To the battle cry of “fight!”
“Top cat” was on the telly
And so was “ Hong Kong Fooey”
We all brought board games into school
On the feast day of St Louis
Queuing up in tennis courts
Then marching to assembly,
I doubt they had such crowd control
For the FA cup at Wembley.
The changing rooms down by the pool
Were not far from the gym,
Where ropes and box and benches
Were designed to do you in.
Bassets sherbet from the tuck shop
A treat beyond belief
Matched only by the popping
Of “space rocks” on your teeth
So when the corridors are empty
And the babbling voices still,
Theses echoes and these memories
Shall future musings fill .....
For it’s not just bricks and mortar
Not just a place to swat and cram
It’s where the building blocks of selfhood
Turn the boy into a man.
Native Americans call me 'Paleface'
'Roundeye' say the Chinese race
to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales
altho' a 'Limey' in New York
I answer to none such hails
once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom'
you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone)
he may even be your (best) 'Pal' don't think me fuddy-duddy
for what's more I have my limits and I'm not your (good) 'Buddy'
then a 'Rooinek' 'round Cape Town
'Farangi' was I in Dubai
and tho' no English rose was a 'Bloke' when there
as originally from Kenya when owned by Blighty
in some parts of the U.S.A. I'm now called 'Whitey'
'Haole' in Hawaii that's me and 'Gringo'
down south in Mexico
seems I'm all things to all men a man of many hats
altho' no they know me not
whether saint or sinner
you may call me what you will
but just not late for dinner
Many years ago in the mid-70s
music was my idol especially concerts
Glasgow's Apollo was my regular venue
loved night's there fabulous to be a cert
The Queen of Punk in these times
Siouxsie and the Banshees was a doll
so had to book when Siouxsie was due
really excited when gig was near my call
But on the day Siouxsie took a sore throat
so the concert canceled was a real blight
look to hear 'Happy House' being 'Spellbound'
'Hong Kong Garden' took me 'Into the Light'
On the night traveled up to be let down
the gig was off so drove back home
halfway home the car broke down
left alone in the wilds, need to phone
I saw a house way out on its own uphill
went and asked to phone my dad, please
so he came up the A77 but drove past me
stunned I was left to look up at the trees
Thankfully dad realized having missed me
turn around and found me waiting on roadside
so towed my dead car all the way home
that night in my thoughts did always abide
(This is a true tale when in my mid-20s when a canceled concert by my fav punk band 'Siouxsie and the Bashees' left me stranded in the wild country in the evening but rescue came to pick me up.)
Once in Hong Kong I sang a song
Chong ‘n Wong pulled along
Choir it became strong
Lifelong those throngs now belong
Once I was assigned to refine a mime
I pined to realign the divine design
Couldn’t shine it brine ‘n it was supine
Was left to whine, wine and dine
Once Jack ‘n Black couldn’t crack a sack
I was called back to pack them whack
‘n search for Mac ‘n Quack in the track
To attack the remaining knick knack
Once jolly Dolly wanted to lick a lolly
She waited for the lolly trolley with Polly
Trolley was stolen by Ali the smalley
Dolly realized the folly, went without a lolly
Once a teen queen preened the greens
She cleaned the beans to feed the knight
The knight in jeans came in to glean the creame
Both sat in the canteen to have plenty caffeine
Hong Kong, song, Chong, Wong, along, strong, lifelong, throng, belong
assign, refine, mime, pine realign, divine design, shine, brine, supine, wine,
whine, dine
Jack, Black, crack, sack, back, pack, whack, Mac, Quack, track, attack, knack
jolly, Dolly, lolly, trolley, Polly, Ali, smalley, folly
teen queen, preen, green, clean, bean, jean, glean, creame, canteen, caffeine
6.7.2014
On the fourth day I am crystal clear.
I step lightly.
I am an arctic god.
I slur no being, crack no shells.
I am vodka and ice in a quartz prism.
Day four is translucent,
a star-black taxi ride into daylight.
Glittering talk spills from my glass.
I speak in thunder-music.
My friends are radiant, they converse
in a silver patois
known only to the Dancing Masters of Woo
and their cats.
A Cantonese girl group,
the nightclub somewhere on the edge of town
After their candied love-songs,
we take them
on a rickshaw weave
to the Portuguese villages.
Dinner by the Pearl River,
a small cheap hotel.
In the morning
her face is as blank as a worn coin.
Snail trails glitter the sheets.
I am drunk again.
On the fifth day,
icebergs melt in the Outer Harbor,
I wander the back-streets of Macao
until I am robed.
The ferry to Hong Kong
is delayed by fog-laced dreams.
Pass Trade Already
Do not waste more time!
It is fire and spit,
thin water and urine.
All lies from city folk.
The swamp smells,
it is dying.
No new water,
just the old cesspool inlets,
all the outlets, blocked.
Cockroaches running,
for the sides of the room,
but there is no trim…
to scurry beneath,
or under.
It has been removed…
Rotten with the passage of time,
and lack of care.
Termites eating “Our” democracy,
from the very roots to the high bows.
Crocodiles and alligators,
government entities,
joining forces to rule,
not voted in,
but brought up…
through the ranks.
Tyrants are not born,
they are created in the dark,
by those that are afraid,
and must build a Frankenstein,
to match a voted in...
Superman!
Wake up,
your party is not well,
it is in the last spasm...
of complete loss.
Folded by socialism,
betrayed by religions,
coddled ideas...
politically correct,
by the smaller percentage,
Benedict Arnold’ed by Pharaoh,
in favor of outsiders.
Not of home at all.
Making way for the elite to rule,
the small
and take the heads…
from the tall.
On the fence in indecision,
burning flags and screaming rights,
while accepting federal aid,
or living at home.
The mirror is evil,
it does not lie.
Author note:
I just watched a woman on the news crawling on the ground in Hong Kong for her rights... They are talking about living and dying. Human rights...
Venezuela is not better, they just stopped talking about it so openly.
The President is doing a good job for all of us, even if you hate him.